Police officer calls the black suspect “Nobody,” seconds later, his secret FBI badge slams on the table

Do you think you can come to my city, drive a luxury car and pretend it doesn’t matter? He clears his throat. The corrupt officer mocked from the stand pointing finger at man chained black You are nobody, alone another street thug posing for king The room fell silent. The judge looked down.

 The prosecutor smiled smugly and the jury shook its head. head in disgust. It seemed like the end. But they didn’t know that the chained man did not tremble with fear. He looked at his watch because in exactly 10 seconds no one was going to end the officer’s career. Watch what happens when a corrupt police officer realizes too late that the man he framed is in reality the main undercover agent from the FBI.

 The air in the courtroom of the Fourth Circuit of Cook County It was so dense that it was suffocating. I smelled sidewalk floors, cafrancio and the unmistakable acrid smell of a life about to be ruined. Julian Bennet I was sitting at the defense table with wrists rubbing against the cold steel standard handcuffs. He wore an orange jumpsuit two sizes smaller than He hugged his broad shoulders.

 For his jury, his appearance was exactly the same as the district attorney, Thomas Reedo. He was a threat, a danger to society, a nobody from the south who had got a stolen Mercedes and a kilo of heroin. But Julian was nothing like that. that. He kept his head down with his staring at the beta table wood. I wasn’t praying, I was counting.

 say your name and rank for the record  He bellowed. He was a man who loved the sound of your own voice. A man who wore three-piece suits with simple fixes just to fit your budget. Officer Riker Sterling. Number plate 492. Superior patrol district 12. The voice From the witness stand was harsh, confident and brimming with arrogance, clears throat Julian raised his view slowly.

Riker Sterling was a big man with the build of a vending machine with plates. He wore a tight uniform and shaved hair. Severo was sitting on the witness stand witnesses, not as a servant public, but like a king on a throne. Chewing gum, a violation of the judicial etiquette that Judge Evely Hartwell seemed oblivious to for the moment.

Official Sterling. Rid continued pacing in front of the jury, making sure everyone saw his expensive Italian shoes. Tell us about the events of 14 November. Sterling leaned toward him. microphone. It was a standard patrol car. It was parked near the intersection of Fifth and Grand, an area high crime. There are a lot of homeless people there.

Passersby. Rid repeated, nodding as if it were a deep truth. And what did you see? I saw a Mercedes S class black. Latest model. With tinted windows swerved across the double yellow line. Someone’s own erratic driving under the influence of alcohol or fleeing of the place. Sterling’s gaze directed Julian.

 Just a smile perceptible was drawn in the corner of his lips. I initiated a traffic stop. The Julian’s public defender, a young woman overworked named Sarah Jenkins scribbled frantically on your notepad. She looked terrified. I had told Julian before that Sterling was untouchable. A hero policeman with the highest arrest record in the state.

 He had begged Willian to accept a plea deal. five for you,” he had said. If you resist and lose, you will receive 20. Julian he had refused. And when the accused stopped, “What happened?” Rid asked. If He became aggressive immediately. lied Sterling naturally. He refused to lower the window. When he finally did it, it smelled like marijuana, a strong smell.

 “I asked him to came out.” He refused. I had to force him out safety of the people. Sarah Yenkin stood up with his voice lightly trembling Objection. The camera recording car remained. The judge said Hartwell, though she seemed bored. Stick to the facts, officer. The facts They are, said Sterling with the voice hardened. That this man attacked me.

 I attacked. I had to submit it and when I checked the vehicle and found a bag of tarp in the trunk, 1 kilo of heroin pure and an unregistered Glock 19 with the erased serial number. The jury was left speechless. one middle-aged woman in the front row He clutched his pearls. Julian he remained impassive.

 I remembered the arrest otherwise. There were no detours, there was no marijuana. They had arrested him for being a black man in a car $100,000 in a neighborhood that Sterling considered his personal kingdom. The attack consisted of drag it out the window and hit him with the gun before he could say a word. The heroine planted the gun.

 The gun Sterling. That’s what Reid said, standing right in front ofJulian’s table, leaning so far that Julian could smell his cologne. They found drugs, a gun and a suspect violent. Did the accused say anything to you? during arrest? Sterling laughed. It was a cold and unpleasant sound. Yes.

 He kept shouting that he didn’t know who was He said it was important. He said who knew people. Sterling looked directly to Julian. Then the The silence in the room grew more tense. “Let me tell you something,” Sterling said, breaking protocol, addressing directly to Julian instead of at jewelry. “I have been working for 15 years in these streets.

 I recognize a player when I see it. Do you think you can come to my city, drive a luxury car and pretend you matter? You’re nobody, just another street thug who pretends to be king. and now you are a caged animal, right where you belong I protest! Sara shouted, standing up. Harassing the accused. Retired, Reed said quickly smiling.

He had gotten what he wanted. There was painted the panorama. Judge Hardwell He adjusted his glasses and looked at Julian. Mr. Bennet, your lawyer tells me that has refused to testify, has refused to provide your work history, it has been refused to provide witnesses behavior. He sits in silence while These serious accusations are brought against him.

Do you have something to say? The look of Julian noticed Riker Sterling. The policeman smirked, already thinking about the drinks I would have with Prosecutor Reid to celebrate later. They thought this was a piece of cake. They thought Julian Bennet was just another statistics to inflate numbers. Julia He got up slowly.

 The chains echoed, echoing in the silent room. Sara tugged on his sleeve. Julian, sit down Don’t say anything. Julian the he ignored. He looked at the judge. Your honor, your voice It was calm, deep and surprisingly articulate. It wasn’t the voice of a street thug, it was the voice of a man accustomed to giving orders.

 I have not refused to provide my work history. I was prohibited do it until now. Sterling put the blank eyes. Here we go. I work for the defense of the CIA. We hear it every weeks, your honor. Silence, agent. Judge Hartwell he snapped. He looked at Julian with renewed interest, restricted. By whom? Julia He turned his body to face the gallery, to the camera that recorded for the court records and finally to Sterling.

By the Department of Justice of the “United States,” Julian said. The laughter echoed in the room. Prosecutor Reid laughed. he mumbled audibly. Your honor, please. The accused is clearly delusional. I request that Let’s move on to the final arguments. I have a proof to present, said Julian putting his hand in his pocket orange jumpsuit Wait, the sheriff said.

putting his hand on the gun. hands where I can see them. It’s just a piece of paper, Julian said calmly, taking out a folded letter and slightly wrinkled And a request, a request, the judge asked. I request that Agent Sterling read this document out loud to the court. It is the transcription of a message from text sent from your number personal phone.

 The 5incu92 at 10:42 p.m. on the night of my arrest. Sterling’s face paled. Your mocking smile faded instant. He was paralyzed in the dais. Objection, Rid shouted. This is an ambush We have not seen this document. It is evidence of impeachment. Julian said coldly. Admissible yes proves that the witness is lying. and Your honor, you lie.

 Judge Hartwell He extended his hand. Sheriff. bring me that note. The sheriff took the paper from Julian and handed it to the judge. The room It remained in a dead silence. The tic the wall clock seemed to tick stronger. Judge Hardwell read the note, he raised his eyebrows, his face turned red face, looked from the paper to Sterling and then she looked at him again.

Officer Sterling, the judge said, lowering his voice until it becomes a dangerous whisper. Is this your phone number Sterling He swallowed hard. I don’t I remember, your honor. Read it! the judge ordered returning the paper to the bailiff to to give it to Sterling. “Read it to the jury now.” Sterling took the paper, his hands were shaking, he looked the text.

“I can’t read this. Read it.” The judge Hartwell hit the gavel so hard that the wood splintered. Sterling He moistened his lips, looked at the prosecutor Reid for help, but Reid was busy checking your files, suddenly very interested in avoiding eye contact. He says that Sterling his voice raised.

 I have another blackmail classes and no one knows him. I’m going to plant the stash and the toy. Easy overtime. Dinner runs my account, guys. The exclamation that ran through the room was not It was just surprise, it was horror. A nobody, Julian repeated from the table of the defense. That’s what you called me.

 Julian put his hand in the other pocket. This time he didn’t move slowlyHe moved with the precision of a viper. He dropped a leather satchel on the defense table. It opened. a shield golden shined under the lights of the room. Underneath a card identification with letters in bold federal office of investigations. My name is agent special Julian Bennet, announced in a voice rumbling I am the main researcher of the group work against public corruption from the FBI.

 And Agent Sterling, you don’t arrested. I arrested you for 3 seconds. Nobody moved. It was as if the entire room would have turned into stone. The golden plate on the table seemed absorb all the oxygen in the room. Then chaos. The journalists in the back row they jumped to their feet, running towards the doors to call their editors.

 The members of the jury They whispered frantically. Thomas Reed dropped his pen. He fell hard to the ground, but did not He bent down to pick it up. I looked at the plate with a pale face until it looks like a wax figure melting by the heat. Order, order in this court, Judge Hartwell shouted. hitting repeatedly his mallet.

 Riker Sterling He was paralyzed on the stand witnesses. He looked like a man who had just came down from the wax and saw a truck inches from your face. “This, this is “false,” I stammer, raising my voice through the panic. “You’re lying. It’s a fake license plate. It’s a scammer Julian Bennett didn’t scream, he just stood there.

He reached down and opened his own handcuffs with a small key that was hidden in the palm of the hand. The click of the shackles falling on the table was more stronger than the judge’s gavel. something like that, Judge Hartwell said in a voice trembling with suppressed rage. Verify that credential.

 The bailiff, a big man named Miller who had worked with Sterling for years, he approached the defense table, He took the leather wallet, looked at the seal holographic, looked at the ID, He looked at Julian. Miller looked back at the judge. It’s real, your honor, it’s federal. High authorization. Julian rubbed his wrists, looking at the red marks left by the wives. He came out from behind the desk.

the defense. He was no longer the accused. It took over the room. Officer Sterling. Julian said walking slowly towards the stand. you called me Donadie. You said I was just a bully street You didn’t bother to check my license plates correctly, right? If you would have done, you would have seen a level five security flag, but you were too busy calculating your overtime pay.

He had probable cause, Sterling shouted with forehead beaded with sweat. You were making a sharp turn. “There was no sudden turn,” Julian said with calm. And there was no heroin in my trunk until you put it there. we have it Everything, Riker. We have the audio, we have the video. My car wasn’t just a car, It was a surveillance cell phone.

Julian addressed the jury. Ladies and gentlemen, during the last 6 months The FBI has been investigating a network of corrupt agents in district 12. Agents who focus on drivers belonging to minorities, falsify tests and extort so that charges disappear. We call it operation blue shark, He pointed to Sterling.

 And you, Riker, were the shark that we hunted. This is a entrancetment, Dar Reid suddenly shouted, recovering his voice. stood up trying to regain control. Your honor, this is a farce. Although be an agent, you can’t understand a trap an officer into committing a crime crime. This case should be dismissed. Dismissed, Julian River.

 It was a dry sound and humble Mr. Reid, you may want to save your breath for your own lawyer. Re was paralyzed. Sorry, did you think we didn’t check the criminal record? Julian asked. Looking at the prosecutor. 7% of arrests of Officer Sterling result in convictions. A very high figure. And who prosecutes everyone? You approve their lies.

You bury the complaints. You take advantage of the wind to boost your campaign for attorney general. That’s an accusation unfounded. Rid stammered. But you hands were shaking. It is. Julian put his hand in his pocket back and took out a small USB flash drive black. He lifted her up. This disk contains 300 hours of listening recordings telephone calls, including a call telephone between you and the agent Sterling two days ago, where They discussed how to bury me because It seemed like I might have money for defend myself

The silence returned thicker than before. Judge Hartwell looked at the prosecutor. Your expression was one of pure disgust. “Mr. Reid,” he said in a calm voice. “It’s true, “I reserve the right to keep silence”, Reid whispered, invoking the fifth amendment in the same court where had stripped so many others of their rights.

 “The smartest thing you’ve ever done said all day,” Julian said. Julian turned to Sterling. Heburly policeman cowered in his seat. The arrogance had disappeared. The bulldog was now a puppy scared Riker Sterling. Julian said formally. He is arrested for conspiracy to commit honest services fraud, possession of narcotics with intent to distribute perjury and violations of civil rights under title 18.

Section 242. Sterling looked around the room, heading quickly towards the exits. You can’t do this here. I am police. I have rights. You had a badge. Julian corrected him. The you changed for a few thousand and a bit of power. Julian nodded his head towards the back of the room. The heavy doors doubles of the room opened.

Six men with jackets and letters yellow in bold. The FBI marched in. led us Deputy Chief Harrison, a man of severe face and gray hair. Make sure the room, Harrison ordered. Two agents They headed to the prosecutor’s table. two more They headed for the exits. Harrison headed directly to the stand witnesses. Get up, Sterling.

 Barked Harrison. Sterling didn’t move, he held onto the dais railing. No, no, this is my house You can’t touch me here. Not anymore It’s your house, Julian said. Going up to the stand, he approached his face inches from the officers corrupt. Do you remember what you told me in the cell? You said no one would come for you.

Julian smiled. a cold smile and predatory You were wrong, Raker. Everyone goes for you. Julian grabbed Sterling by the collar of the uniform and stood him upright. a pull Sterling tried to hit him. A desperate and clumsy punch aimed to Julian’s jaw. Julian blocked effortlessly, swept legs Sterling and slammed him face first into the floor of the platform.

 The blow shook the room. “Stay still,” Julian ordered, twisting his Sterling’s arm behind his back. “Let go of me, let go of me,” Sterling shouted with the tone of a child in a tantrum. Julian took out some handcuffs from his belt, his from the FBI, he put them to Sterling on the wrists, squeezing them just to make them uncomfortable.

“Riker! Sterling,” Julian recited in his voice. echoing for the cameras. You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used in against him in court. While Julian read Miranda’s writings, the jury watched in amazement. The accused, a Nobody, was now the one He held the chains. But the story was not over.

As officers removed Sterling From the room, Julian focused his attention on the gallery. looked at the faces of the crowd until his gaze fell on a man in the back row. A man in a tailored gray suit, striving to appear invisible. It was Senator Corran, the man who had appointed to the chief of police, the man who had supported prosecutor Red.

Gulian tapped his hand. headset. Don’t let the senator leave the building,” he said quietly. The senator He opened his eyes wide and ran away. towards the door. “The second part has finished,” Julian whispered to himself same. “Now the real thing begins war. The heavy oak doors of the room burst open, hitting against the marble walls from the hallway.

Senator Patrick Corkran, a man at which is usually seen moving with the slow and deliberate grace of a predator, ran at full speed. Your Italian moccasins slipped on the polished floor as he headed to all hurry to the elevator. He pressed the button to descend frantically, breathing hard, in panic.

 “Come on, come on,” He whispered, looking over his shoulder. Behind him, the courtroom was a chaos of screaming journalists and cameras shooting. But Corkin still doesn’t the press worried, the man who had just dismantled all its police force in less than 10 minutes. The elevator doors They rang and opened. Run pounced and crashed chest-first into a wall of muscles.

Two FBI agents were in the cabin of the elevator with his arms crossed. nor They blinked. “Coming down, senator,” asked one of they secre He stumbled back, adjusting his tie with trembling hands. “This is, this is a misunderstanding. I have to catch a flight. Washington I wait. Washington can wait.” A voice was heard behind him.

 Run turned around. Julian Bennet walked down the hallway, he had taken off his orange jumpsuit jacket that fit wrong, exposing a shirt black tactic that fit his figure. His badge was hanging on a chain around his neck, shining low fluorescent lights. It didn’t look like in nothing to the previously unknown accused 10 minutes.

 It seemed like judgment day final. Agent Bennet,” Corkeran said, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace Impressive show, really, but let’s be reasonable. AmUnited States Senator. they can’t stop in a hallway like a common criminal. “You’re right,” he said. Julian closing the distance. “I can’t “Detain you like a common criminal.

” Julian stopped half a meter from the senator. The height difference was intimidating. Julián towered over the political. I have to stop you like a high-ranking criminal, which means I don’t read you your rights. I let the prosecution do it for me. Accusation. Corran laughed nervously. you don’t have nothing against me. I don’t watch the streets.

 No I plant drugs. I am a public servant. We know that you don’t plant drugs, Patrick,” Julián said, using the name of the senator’s battery with deliberate lack of respect. “You just buy the land.” Corkin’s face fell. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. The operation Blue Shark wasn’t just about corrupt police officers,” Julian explained in voice loud enough to for the crowd of journalists to hear her.

It was about why police officers were corrupt. We track people’s backgrounds Sterling. 90% of their arrests They occurred in three specific blocks from the southern zone. Blocks that were declared abandoned due to the high rate of criminality. Julian took out a folded map from his back pocket and opened it.

 and who is the owner of the Shell corporation just bought those three blocks for a pittance? Cornerin Development Group were using the pound sterling to terrorize the neighborhood, devalue the properties and arrest young people who They lived there so they could demolish their houses and build luxury condominiums. The Reporters were speechless.

Camera shutters clicked like machine gun shots. That’s it lie,” Corkeran shouted with his Composure shattered. “So it’s a lie, “Isuku, it’s a case of rich,” he replied. Julian calmly. Organizations corrupt and influenced by crime organized. We track the bank transfers, Patrick. Sterling’s overtime came out directly from your account in the foreigner in Cayman.

 We have the bank records. We have the emails, we even have the text message that you sent to prosecutor Reid this morning. Make sure the Bennet boy leaves for 20 years. I need that block be clear for Christmas. Corkram searched for an escape route, but was surrounded. To their left, the FBI agents.

 To your right the press Boraz. In front of him, the man whom had tried to bury. you can’t do this,” Corcran whispered tears of rage forming in his eyes. “I know the governor. I know the president.” “Good,” Julian said, pulling out their wives. “You can tell him everything day of the visit.” Julian turned the senator. Corkin resisted by waving his fingers.

arms. “Take your hands off me. Do you know who I am?” Yes, Julian said, tightening the handcuffs on the man’s wrists senator enough to pinch You are prisoner number 469. While the agents took the senator who cried, a young woman female reporter with a microphone broke through up to the front.

 Agent Bennet, agent Benet, how long have you been incognito? Julian stopped, looked directly to the camera. enough to know that justice is blind. Julian said in a harsh voice. But I’m not. If you abuse your power in this city, if you take advantage of those you swore to protect, look over the shoulder, because I’m already there.

 The turned and walked away, not towards the exit, but towards the cells. there was not finished. I had the money man and by force, but he still had one rat to catch The office interrogation room FBI premises were soundproof, it was Cold and smelled antiseptic. It was designed to make people feel inferior. Riker Sterling was sitting at the table metal with hands cuffed to the steel ring screwed to the floor.

 You They had taken off the uniform. He was now wearing gray federal sportswear no badge, no gun and no uniform. The bulldog seemed discouraged, seemed what he was, a middle-aged thug who I had finally met someone who I couldn’t hit. The door vibrated and opened. Julian came in with two cups of coffee, left one on the table outside the Sterling reached out and took a sip of the other.

He didn’t sit down, he just leaned on the wall watching Sterling. “I want a lawyer,” Sterling growled. You have a lawyer, Julian said. It’s in the lobby. He is a public defender. Ironically, it’s the same guy that you made fun in court last year past. He doesn’t seem very willing to make you a deal.” Sterling scoffed.

“I’m not going to talk,” Darri. It will fix it. The senator will fix it. Do you think you won because you have a badge? This is Chicago. Politics controls it everything. Tomorrow morning I will go out under bail and you will be transferred to Alaska. Julian chuckled, put his hand inin his pocket and took out a remote control.

He pointed it at the small mounted television in the corner of the room. You’ve been processing for three hours, Riker. You missed the news. The screen turned on. It was a live broadcast news last minute The headline in bold red letters read, “Senator Corcran, arrested in real estate scandal.” The recording showed Corcran being pushed to the back of a crying FBI van disconsolately.

Sterling’s eyes widened. “No, this gets better,” Julian said. changing channel. The next screen showed district attorney Thomas Reed standing on a podium surrounded of microphones. He looked pale, sweaty and terrified. I didn’t know the illegal activities of people Sterling. Reed said on the screen with trembling voice.

 I will fully cooperate with the FBI investigation. I have accepted give full testimony about the criminal conduct of Riker Sterling, a change of immunity with respect to my administrative oversights. Julian turned off the TV. The room He fell silent again. Did you hear that, Riker? Julian asked quietly. You best friend Tom Reed, the guy I You invited me to dinner every Friday.

 You betrayed He is giving us everything. The tests plantations, false reports, embezzled drug money. You are painting like the brain to save the skin Sterling was shaking. The reality It was coming at him. It will dry the throat. The blue wall of silence had collapsed. I was alone. “They can’t do that,” Sterling whispered.

I did what they told me. Corkeran told me which neighborhoods to attack. I decide which cases to handle. I know, he said Julian finally sitting in the chair in front of Sterling. But they are suits, say politicians from Recker. When the ship sinks, they throw cargo overboard to stay afloat float. You are the burden.

 Julian leaned forward. 30 are waiting for you years, Riker, federal time. and let me tell you, federal prison is not like the county jail you run. To the hence they don’t care about your plate. Of In fact, many are there for people like you You won’t last a week between general population. Sterling began to cry.

 soyoso horrible and strong. I have family. I have two daughters. Did you think about my family when you put that heroine? Julian asked with his voice suddenly snores. Did you think about the family of Marcus Cole, the boy whom you incriminated last year and that hanged himself in his cell? Sterling he shivered as if he had been given a slap.

 I can’t save you from “Jail, Riker,” Julian said, leaning back. You’ve earned it, but I can control where are you going I can put you on a wing protective custody, low security. Maybe you’ll survive to see graduate your daughters What do you want? Sterling blew his nose on his sleeve. “I want the safe houses,” he said. Julien. Corkerin was the money.

 Re was the cover, but you controlled the streets. We know you didn’t deliver all the drugs you seized. We know that you have an arsenal. Sterling hesitated. If not Tell me, Julian said. getting up and grabbing the door handle. I’m leaving from here and tell the press that you were you who betrayed the senator. Imagine what your contacts will do to you.

the Cororín mafia when they think that you are the snitch. Wait! Sterling shouted. struggling against the handcuffs. Wait, don’t go Julian stopped with his hand on the knob. He didn’t turn around. The 14th and Pine, Sterling blurted out. The old bodywork and paint shop It’s in the basement, under the elevator.

Weapons, cash and about 10 kg of product. And the account book. Julian turned slowly. The account book. The payroll. he gasped Sterling. The list of all police officers on the senator’s payroll. There is more than me. There are captains, there are judges. Julia he smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile, it was the smile of a hunter who had just found the whole pack.

 “Good boy, Recker,” Julian said. He opened the door. two agents were waiting outside. “Get a order for 14th and Pine,” Julian ordered. and bring in the tactical team. Let’s go need a bigger truck. As Julian walked down the hallway, His phone vibrated. It was a message from a unknown number. He opened it.

 Do you think you won? but you just cut off one’s head hydra Take care, agent. District 12 does not forgive Julian stopped. He looked at the screen. had knocked down the senator, the prosecutor of the district and the star policeman. but Sterling was right about one thing, Corruption does not die easily. Wrote a response. Come find me.

He pressed Send and put the phone in the pocket. The battle was over, but the war was barely burning and Julian Bennett was just getting started. The assault on the body and paint shop at 14th and Paine Streets occurred at 2 on TTN. It was executed with precision surgery with which Riker Sterling and his bullies could only dream.

 It was rainingjugs turning the streets of Chicago in black and slippery rivers of oil and grime. Julian, sitting in the van command, observed the thermal signals of the drone that flew silently over the rusty corrugated roof of the workshop. The alpha team was in position. one voice crackled over the radio. Attack in three, two, one. In the screen, red hot silhouettes They invaded the building.

 They detonated stun grenades. Bright flashes of light dazzled the thermal camera for a fraction of second. Then the deaf thump, thump, thump, of the silenced carbine. Gulian I don’t know He didn’t flinch, he simply observed. Clear to the left, clear to the right, a suspect killed, two secured. winner. The team leader’s voice returned without breath.

We find the elevator. It is hollow for below. We’re looking for enough heroin to yield to an elephant and weapons, boxes of them. For military use, the book of accounting. Julian asked. pressing the talk button. Do you have the book? There was a pause. The silence is lasted for 10 seconds, as if It was 10 hours. Yes, boss, we got it.

It was in a safe, fireproof box, welded to the ground. We had to blow him up the hinges. He is very strong, Venet, very strong. Julian let out a sigh that could not be realized that he had been containing. bag it up, tag it, bring it to me personally. Nobody else not even the local support of the police. Understood.

 Julian got out of the truck under the pouring rain. Flashing blue and red lights of the perimeter vehicles danced on the wet pavement. He felt a instant of satisfaction. They had the drugs, weapons and names. If It was over, or so I thought. While the tactical team began to take out boxes of evidence, Julian walked towards his personal vehicle, a nondescript van black woman parked right outside the caution tape. I was exhausted.

 The adrenaline of judgment was fading, replaced by deep tiredness. I needed coffee and I needed to start decipher that ledger. He opened the car and got into the driver’s seat. He turned the key. The engine didn’t start. In change, the dashboard lights They flickered and went out. Julia He frowned. Battery.

 It was not a government vehicle with a poor maintenance. Then he heard it. A little beep rhythmic. Beep. VI beep coming from below the chassis. His blood ran cold. The Instinct took over. that instinct honed by years of undercover work, where a fraction of a second marked the difference between life and a coffin. Julián opened the door with a bang and threw onto the wet asphalt, walking away vehicle jacks.

Boom. The explosion lifted the truck a five feet in the air. a ball of fire broke out, turning the night rainy in a blinding orange hell. The shock wave hit Julian like a hammer, smashing him face first against the pavement. Glass and metal twisted rained around him like confetti in mortal. His ears were ringing.

 a wine strident drowned out the screams of the agents after him. He rolled onto his back. gasping, staring at the skeleton on fire from his car. If I had been in 2 more seconds. Agent Benet, agent Benet. Hands grabbed him by the vest. dragging him back. It was the agent Ross, a young field agent. “Lord, have been hit,” said Julian, shaking his hand.

head and coughing while the acrid smoke It filled his lungs. I’m, I’m fine. Secure the scene. “He’s taken a hit,” Ross shouted over of the roar of the fire. Who? The message of text. Julian said in a harsh voice, standing up with difficulty, staggering slightly. They say District 12 doesn’t forgive. No They joked. He looked at the burning wreckage.

This was not just a warning, it was a attempted murder. Whoever was in that account book it was not a simple corrupt police officer who stole drug trafficking money. They were organized, they were militarized and they were terrified of what Julian was about point of reading. “Ross,” Julian barked with a threatening tone of voice.

 Where is the accounting book? Team leader Miller has it in the armored truck. Sir, get in the truck, Julian ordered. No, let’s go to the field office. We They wait there. Let’s go to the House of Security in Cicero. Black protocol. No radios or cell phones. We stay at dark Sir, we shouldn’t call director. We don’t know who the director is talking to, Julian said gravely, wiping his smell of the face.

 Until you read that book, I don’t trust anyone. The trip so it was tense. Julián was sitting in the rear of the armored transport with the black leather notebook on the knees. It seemed harmless, a simple accounting book that could be buy at any item store office, but inside, written with a neat and precise handwriting, there were thesins of an entire city.

He opened the first page. There was not only names, there were dates, quantities, favors. Nov 12, official Sterling. $000 protection for shipping. November 14, Prosecutor Reid, $15,000. Dismissal of case, Nagra, 42. Julian moved forward. The quantities are They got bigger, the names became made them more recognizable.

Dexes 1, Judge Holay, 50,000. Denial of search warrant. Julian froze. The judge Holay, president of the court of circuit, the man who authorized the wiretapping for the same investigation that Julian directed, became even more critical. Jinen, Councilor Green. 100000. Approval of the resonification.

 Green, the man of the town. The politician who presented himself with the promise to clean the streets. Julian he felt bad. Corruption not only ascended the ladder, was the staircase, but it was the last entry of the last page that stopped him heart. It was dated 3 days ago, pending payment. Agent Javen Benet, the most targeted clean.

Price. Its 50,000. They offer a reward of 4,0000 for me head. Julian whispered. Sir, Miller asked from the seat of the driver. Drive faster he said Julian closing the book. we are not safe anywhere. While They were speeding down the highway, the mind of Julian was spinning. The cleaner was a lampa myth, a hitman who It never failed, it made the deaths They look like accidents or suicides.

The car bomb was placed incorrectly, which meant that the cleaner had not yet had arrived. The bomb was a job local. A panic maneuver by the police who knew that the walls were closing, but the cleaner did come. Suddenly, the armored truck swerved abruptly. “Contact!” Miller shouted. “Black vans without license plates.

 We they are investing. Julian grabbed the door handle. Through the armored rear window saw three large trucks flanking them. A man looked out the window of the car. co-pilot of the car in front with a submachine gun. The bullets sparked against the armor of the truck. Pin, pin! They’re trying to run us off the road! shouted Miller struggling with the steering wheel.

 No Let them corner you Julian shouted. He grabbed his service rifle from rifle holder. Ross, open the hatch rear. Sir, are you crazy? Open it. Rose opened the small hatch of the rear doors. Julian put the cannon of his rifle. He took a deep breath, calculating the sway of the truck He pulled the trigger. Boom. Boom, boom.

The windshield of the truck that chased shattered. The driver He turned sharply, correcting his pace. The truck went out of control, touching the second front bumper attacker. The first one overturned, rolling violently. towards the ditch between a rain of sparks. One fell. Ross cheered, but the remaining two showed aggressive.

 One approached the truck armored car rubbing on the side. The metal screeched a horrible sound and deafening Julián saw the driver of the Sitcar. He was wearing a tactical mask. He raised a shotgun, aiming not at the tires, but to the driver’s window. “Miller, break the brake!” Julian shouted. Miller didn’t hesitate. He braked hard.

 The attacking truck overtook them all speed. By doing so, Julián changed his aim and shot at the tires rear of the passing vehicle. The tire burst. The truck skidded hitting the concrete median with a devastating impact. The third truck, seeing his companions destroyed, it took off at full speed. He took the nearest exit and disappeared in the night.

Miller regained control of the truck with trembling hands steering wheel. My goodness, how little was missing. Julian did not celebrate. He stared at the rear lights of the third car they were moving away “They know we have the book,” Julian said quietly. “They no longer try Kill me, Miller.

 They try to destroy the tests.” he looked down at the book of accounting that he had in his lap. “We have to give it to the only one person from the city who is not in the ready,” Julian said. Who is it? Ross asked. The prosecutor General, Julian responded. But he’s in Washington DC giving a speech. We have to survive until let it land tomorrow morning.

 and Until then, Julián carried a charger new to his rifle. Until then we will hunt. The safe house was a warehouse renovated in the industrial district of Cicero. It had steel doors reinforced, without windows on the floor download and your own encrypted server. If I thought it was a fortress. Julian walked back and forth on the floor concrete with ledger open on a metal table under a halogen lamp H. It was 4 hours.

 I was wearing 20 hours without sleep. He had crossed the names. I had built a board conspiracies on the wall, connecting threads of red thread between photos ofjudges, police and politicians. The picture it painted was terrifying. District 12 was not just a police station, it was a criminal organization dressed as a police officer and the man in the center of the network, the designated man like the capo in Julian’s notes.

 No It was Senator Corkr. Corkr intermediary. The money trail led to a shell company owned by Liam Thorn, the vice mayor of Chicago. Wait, I can’t use the name Thorn, I must correct this. The money trail led to a shell company owned by Vice Mayor Richard Graves. Res was the darling of city politics, untouchable, loved by the media and look like the man who ordered the Julian’s murder.

 “We have a problem,” Agent Ross said as he entered in the room with a tablet. “I have been monitoring the bands of the police. There is a code 1033 in jail of the county.” Julian looked up. abruptly. Code 1033. It’s an agent in trouble or a mutiny. It is the protective custody wing. Ross said. pale Where did we put Riker Sterling? Julian swore.

They are tying up loose ends. Sterling knows where the others are buried bodies. If he dies, half of the names on the list are free because We lose the witness who corroborates it. This gets worse. Ross continued. The unit that responds is not SWAT, it is the tactical team of the 12th district, the the same ones who worked for Sterling.

 No They are going to come in to save him, he understood. Julian grabbing his vest. They are going to come in to finish the job. Julia He grabbed the accounting book and He put it in his tactical bag. Are we going to jail? Miller asked, standing up. from his cot. Sir, that is suicide. If the two Pompo Tosto is there, it will be a war zone.

Sterling is a canaya, Julian said looking at his gun. He framed me, He hit me, he called me a nobody, but Right now it is the most valuable asset in the world. United States government. and that I aspen. Yes, he clears his throat. I leave let a group of corrupt police kill to my witness.

 Julian looked at his two men. They don’t have to come. This is not is allowed. Miller tightened his grip slide of his shotgun. you drove a Mercedes into a trap to catch a racist police officer. I think we’ve already passed of the boss’s sanction. Let’s go for that one bastard The scene in the prison Cook County was chaos.

 Smoke was coming out of the east wing. The alarms were ringing in the night. District 12 patrols They formed a perimeter, but not They secured the area. They prevented entry to no one else. He clears his throat. Julian approached the armored truck back door, the one used for food deliveries. was guarded by two riot police.

 Lower the window,” Julian told Miller. The guard took a step forward raising the hand Turn around. The facilities are closed, no can access. Julian leaned over Miller. “FI, we have an order transfer for inmate Sterling.” The guard hesitated. He tapped himself in the earphone. “Command, I have feds at the back door.” Asking about Sterling.

 Julian not He waited for the response. I knew what the order. Miller, out. Miller stepped on the accelerator. The heavy armored truck advanced at full speed. The guard jumped away when The truck went through the metal fence, making the metal grind as it breaks. “We’re in,” Julian shouted. arrive to the police block. They crossed the prison yard dodging debris.

 The inmates They ran loose through the lower patio, but the real action was in the tower. The truck braked suddenly in front of the entrance to block C. Julian He kicked the door open and entered. running. Miller and Ross flanked him. The hallways were filled with smoke. The Sprinkler system was dropping water. Bodies of inmates and guards lay in the ground.

 The result of the riot orchestrated. They reached the heavy door steel custody unit protective. They were opening it with a blowtorch from inside. “They’re already inside,” Julian shouted. He raised his rifle. Agents Federals, enough already. Three men with black tactical equipment, without plates or insignia, they moved away from the door.

They wore gas masks. They raised their weapons. Julián did not hesitate, he fired. The hallway erupted into a deafening shooting. The bullets ricocheted off the concrete walls. One of the hitmen fell. Miller received a blow to the vest and he staggered back, grunting in pain, but with the shotgun raised.

 “Pomegranate “Stunning!” Ross shouted, throwing a cartridge down the hallway. Bang! The blinding light stunned the two remaining attackers. Julian advanced at full speed between the smoke, moving like a ghost. He knocked down the second gunman, smashing it against the wall and stripping him of his weapon. He clears his throat.

 He dealt him a quick blow in the throat knocking him down. The third gunman turned to run, but RoseHe knocked him down with a precise shot in the leg. Julian arrived at the door of the cell. Through the small window reinforced saw Riker Sterling. The burly ex-policeman was curled up in a corner of his cell clutching a razor made from a toothbrush.

I was crying with my eyes wide open par for the terror. He looked up and He saw Julian’s face in the window. For a moment, Sterling seemed confused, then seemed relieved. “Open it!” Julian yelled at Miller, who I was placing a small load explosive in the lock. Fire in the hole. The lock exploded.

 The door opened suddenly. Julian entered. The water of the sprinklers dripped from his nose. He looked to the man who had tried to ruin him life just 24 hours ago. Get up, Riker,” Julian said. Sterling He jumped to his feet. “You, you you came back They sent a death squad. My own men. “I told you,” he said. Julian grabbing Sterling’s arm and dragging him towards the door.

Nobody touches my witness. Bennet, shouted Ross from the hallway. There is a lot movement. The district SWAT team 12 goes up the stairs. They are not going to us let out of here, it clears the throat. Julian looked down the hallway, then He looked at Sterling, then looked at the book. accounting in his backpack.

 They were three agents and a snitch caught against an army of corrupt police that they had nothing to lose. Julian He touched the receiver. I’m Agent Bennet. Transmitting on the frequency of emergency. I’m in Cook County Jail, block C. I have a witness of great value. I am under fire from forces hostile. I repeat, the police are shooting against federal agents.

 Units available. Help immediately. Static. Then, a voice interrupted the noise. It wasn’t the state police, it wasn’t the Attorney General, it was Agent Bennett. A deep voice boomed. I am the captain Jackson National Guard Illinois. We just received a call from Washington DC. keep your position, son. The cavalry is coming.

Julian smiled. A genuine smile is time. Understood, captain,” Julian said, raising his rifle towards the door the ladder as he began to buult by the battering ram. “But it will be “You better hurry.” “We are at about to have a party.” The door of The staircase burst open. “They entered smoke grenades”, the throat. “Ailar!” Julián whispered.

 The cell block steel door It hit with a deafening screech. A through the smoke, the tactical shields District 12 SWAT Team They advanced like a battalion of soldiers Romans. They did not shout orders to surrender, They advanced in silence, focused on Eracia. Julian roared suppressing the fire.

 He and Ross fired a burst of bullets against the lethal funnel of the door. Sparks flew as they swerved the bullets in the heavy shields ballistics. This slowed down progress. but only for a second. We are left without ammo in 30 seconds Ross shouted changing your last charger. Miller I was collapsed against the wall, pale from blood loss, holding his shotgun with one hand.

Sterling was curled up in a ball. soybean soil That’s it, Julian thought. He checked his gun and shot you. Enough to take a few. The chief squire entered the room raising a machine gun. Julián pointed his gun at the visor Suddenly, the entire building he shuddered. A dull, rhythmic thump echoed on the concrete floor, getting stronger and stronger until drown out the shots.

 The crystals of the upper slats broke when ropes fall from the ceiling. How cold, National Guard of the United States! The voice was not human. The voice was amplified by a huge speaker from A Black Hawk helicopter flew over the place. Simultaneously, the back wall of the hallway, which I was behind the corrupt SWAT team, exploded inwards.

A tactical vehicle had crossed the perimeter. Dozens of soldiers with camouflage uniforms flocked in the hallway with rifles raised. The corrupt cops stayed paralyzed. They were used to intimidating civilians and to outnumber the street gangs. But face to the American army was a completely different issue.

 throw their weapons to the face! the captain shouted Jackson walking on the rubble. One by one. SWAT members District 12 dropped their weapons. The noise of metal against concrete sounded like music to Julian’s ears. Julia He lowered the gun, letting out a sigh. long and choppy. He looked at Sterling. Get up, Riker.

 You are safe, unfortunately for you. two weeks later, the arrest of Vice Mayor Richard Graves was televised live. Julian put the handcuffs on him personally at the press conference in the town hall. Graves tried to flee. tried to scream fortheir rights, but the cameras captured every second of his cowardice.

 The boy Chicago’s darling was dragged to the street in disgrace. The book of accounting found in the workshop mechanic was the nail in his coffin, but true satisfaction came in fourth circuit courtroom. The gallery was packed. Julia I was sitting in the front row with a impeccable suit and his FBI badge attached to the belt.

 Riker Sterling was before the judge. I had accepted a agreement with the prosecution. 20 years of federal prison in exchange for testifying against Graves and the corrupt judges. Mr. Sterling, said the new judge, a severe man brought from another district. Do you have anything to say before sentence? Sterling looked back.

He stared at Julian. The arrogance had disappeared, the throat. The corpulence had disappeared. It seemed small. Sterling’s voice went bankrupt. I just wanted to be someone. The judge hit the shackle. Sentenced to 20 years at the USF High Security Center Marian. Immediate preventive detention. While the bailiffs took away Sterling, walked past Julian.

 Julian not he gloated. He didn’t smile, he just He leaned forward and whispered a phrase. You were right, Recker, in prison you are nobody Sterling lowered his head and was dragged out the door, disappearing into the darkness of system he had abused during so long. Julian left the courthouse the light of the sun. The air smelled fresh.

He checked his phone, a message from his director. Good job, agent. Take yourself a week off. Julian deleted the message. I didn’t need a week off. There were other cities, other police corrupt, others donate waiting justice. He walked to his new car, opened the door. door and left. The lion was back to the house.

 And that’s the story of how a corrupt officer underestimated the man wrong. Riker Sterling believed that his badge gave him the right to be king, but he forgot that A badge doesn’t make you a hero. The integrity yes. He called Julian a gift nobody. But in the end Julian was the one He brought down the entire empire. It is a powerful reminder that no matter how much power someone thinks they have, the truth always comes to light.

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